2026-01-11 06:53:04As Robert drove back to Salem city where Roxanne's house was located, he wondered who the guest might be.
Finding it difficult to guess who, he concentrated on his driving till he reached home.
A familiar car parked in front, there was no sight of Roxanne, just Sandra Murillo.
Robert came down from his delivery bike, still looking at the car, as it was dark outside he could not tell whose it was.
“After keeping us out in the cold,the only thing you can do is stare at a car you'd never be able to afford in your life.
Quickly get in, and whip up something good for our special guest.” Sandra Murillo thundered.
She'd forgotten that she told him to leave earlier in the day.
Robert went straight to the kitchen, his expensive suit still on. He heard Roxanne's voice, the sound of her hearty laughter reached him. Even Sandra Murillo could be heard laughing, which she hardly does since Robert became her son in law.
The reason could only be the fifty million Robert had sent to her. Her happiness was evident.
Robert served the food out, carried it expertly like a waiter in a five star restaurant.
Five years of cooking for the Murillos would do that to a man.
He almost missed his step, when he saw that the guest Roxanne was honoring was none other than Maxime Rodrigo of Blankenship.
Robert stood rooted, not moving, until Roxanne jingled the bell to bring him back to reality.
“Don't just stand there, my guest is famished.” Roxanne snapped.
Robert went ahead to dish out the foods, he stood at a little distance Incase Roxanne needed anything, especially to know what Maxime was there for.
Sandra Murillo had a smile Robert had never seen before.
She touched Maxime by the hand.
“My daughter told me of how you saved her today, you are such a gentleman.”
Maxime drank his champagne first. Dabbing at his face with a handkerchief.
“It was just a surprise for her, I couldn't sit by and let her sell what her father left behind for her.”
“Splendid, how true men should actually behave.” Sandra praised Maxime.
Robert coughed awkwardly, Maxime was taking credit for the fifty million he sent to save Roxanne's food production company.
Maxime wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Has the chef got anything to say?. I don't really see the use of you standing by watching us have a celebration that you didn't contribute to.”
Robert thought for a minute before replying.
“Matter of fact I do have something to say. Which is, you didn't make any payment to Roxanne, you actually wanted to buy her company out.”
“Watch your words, don't go accusing me, you may be Roxanne's husband, but to me you're just a maid.” Maxime spitted fire.
Roxanne tried to calm Maxime.
“Please, he's been like this the whole day, it must be due to the slap he received from me and my friend yesterday.”
“No, my head is in the clear.” Robert moved closer to the table.
“I can prove it to you that Maxime here, is nothing but a liar, and a fraud.”
“This is why I said you should get rid of this rat, he'd only meddle and spoil your opportunities.” Sandra Murillo put in.
Roxanne was actually curious, she'd just give Robert a chance to make a fool of himself, then send him out of her house.
“Let him speak, I want to know his point.
Robert was glad that for the first time, Roxanne was actually giving him an opportunity, against her mother of all people.
“Thank you Roxanne, I want you to check who sent you the money you received today, because I made that call to save your company.”
Roxanne clapped her hands in wonder.
“How is that proof that Maxime didn't send it,?”
“Simple, he doesn't know who the sender is, but I know.
The sender is Leonardo Vegas from Blue Razor incorporation limited, they specialize in buying out companies on the verge of deplete. I own a huge share there, so I just told him to send some money to you instead of buying you out.” Robert ended, breathless.
Roxanne was speechless by how Robert was able to know all these, he must have been busy with her computer while she was at work.
Maxime threw the napkin on the table, stood up, make the chair screech.
“I own a share in Blue Razor, Leonardo Vegas and I go way back. I can have you sued for this defamation.”
Robert was shocked by the act Maxime was putting on, the worse part was, Roxanne and her mother were falling for it easily.
“You guys can't tell me you believe him right?.if he's telling the truth, have him call Leonardo Vegas right now.”
Maxime gritted his teeth.
“There is nothing to prove, In fact, I am leaving, I won't stand here to be humiliated by your wretched husband, Roxanne.” Maxime turned to leave.
Roxanne tried pleading with him not to leave,not Sandra, she had better things in a mind.
Sandra walked to Robert, and landed a stinging slap on his face, her finger entering his eyes in the process.
Robert yelped thinking he had gone blind.
He tried opening his left eye, it stung but he could barely see.
“What was that for?.” He raised his voice at Sandra for the first time ever.
“That's for trying to spoil my Roxanne's life, I want you out, and out for good.”
Robert looked to Roxanne who was focused on begging Maxime.
“Roxanne,” he called for her attention.
“Just leave Robert, you've done more than enough, I should have done this a long time ago.”
Robert didn't bother to pack anything, he only took his new delivery bike, and went in search of a hotel to lodge for the night.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE
One Thursday morning Diana called Robert.He was reviewing a contract, when his phone lit up on the desk. He looked at the name. He asked the two lawyers in the room to give him a couple of minutes and they gathered their papers and left the room with the professionalism of those who knew that a room had to be cleared.He answered.“I am stepping back,” Diana said. It was the manner in which she says things that had been already decided. Not asking. Not announcing. Simply informing. The voice of someone who had thought it through completely and was now saying the conclusion."From the team?" Robert said."From everything," she said. “Not just the team. The entire world.” A pause. "I need a break off of it. From the plan and the wit and the chambers in which they are all always reckoning something.” Her voice was even, but something sat beneath it. “I have been working so long from a place of calculation, I don't know what I'm like without it. I want to find out."Robert was quiet for
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY
On a Wednesday morning Victoria had gone to the office of Robert.She went without her lawyer. Without her assistant. Without the folder of papers which had always accompanied every other visit. She entered with nothing, but the special energy she always possessed and the special expression of a woman who had determined exactly what she wanted to say and then made her step pass through the door.Robert was expecting her. Not this particular day. But the visit itself was determined by the execution of Thursday and he had known that it was coming in the sense that you know when you are about to have a conversation that the conditions which brought about that conversation have been decided.She sat down.He waited.“The withdrawal of Wei Liang is real,” she said."Yes," he said.“The report of Carlisle,” she said. “Dave has sent me the corresponding passages.”“I asked him to,” Robert said.Victoria gazed at the table between them. Then at Robert. She was looking in a way that she had al
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE
On Monday, Wei Liang withdrew.Not dramatically. Not by the utterance of the word, or by the gesture or any of those visible processes by which men endeavoured to make the withdrawal known. Quietly. Methodically. Precisely as he had come bit by bit, step by step, in a series which made logical sense to him alone, and which could be seen as a pattern only when a sufficient number of pieces had been shifted.The first sign was observed by Robert at 4 pm on Monday. A regulatory investigation that had been ongoing against one of the subsidiary operations of Zenco had become silent. Not closed formally. The investigating body merely ceased to respond to the requests of the team of Marcus for clarification. The particular inactivity of a process that has stopped moving but hasn't reached conclusion.Marcus flagged it. Robert noted it. Neither took immediate action.On Tuesday morning the second sign came. A journalist in the trade publication who had been writing a steady stream of negative
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT
The message of Wei Liang was on a Friday morning.Robert was sitting at his desk, going through the documentation on the post-execution that Marcus had prepared overnight, when his personal phone buzzed with a message that was sent to him by a number that he did not recognise. He gazed at it awhile. Then he opened it.The message consisted of four sentences. Precise. No greeting. No name at the end.The existing campaign parameters are no longer operationally viable. I am willing to step out of any and every position which I am presently occupied in, to the disadvantage of Zenco Enterprise and its allied affairs. In return I would ask you to withdraw the judicial challenge to the transfer documents and not help the FBI in case of any issues related to my business activities. Do you have an answer?Robert read it twice.He placed the phone with the face down on the desk.He took it up again and read it.He looked out of the window. At the Friday morning outside. At the city, with its d
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
The first validation was at eleven AM.Brighton brought it over to Marcus who was keeping an eye on the legal system since the time of the filing at nine. The two transfer papers were already flagged as pending judicial review. The legal staff of Wei Liang had already filed a counter in less than forty minutes. Fast and professional. Precisely what a permanent standby legal team would produce.Marcus read the counter-filing. He looked up.“The counter is good,” he said. “Their attorneys are quite good.” He paused. “But the filing is not invalidated. The judicial review procedure has been initiated, and cannot be prevented by a counter-filing.”“It is node one that is holding,” Robert said."Node one is holding,” Marcus affirmed.At eleven thirty Dave was first told the first update by Carlisle. He read, and handed over his phone to Robert.The channel interruption of communication had been made clean at nine AM. The network of the operations of Wei Liang had broken up in the very way
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